The beat is fast, the incessant gonging of a temple bell…stretches to a pitch near breaking point…. noise giving way to a tuneless rhythm… the frenzy is infectious, catching…
We dance like crazed madmen stuck in a trance, condemned to dance, dance, dance… until our feet fall off, until our arms are pulled out of their sockets, until our eyes go blank and white from exhaustion, our sweat pours into a river beneath our feet, our hair springs out of its pin-clasp prison-flying like the opium drugged snakes on Medusa’s head.
The beat quickens, there is urgency in every move, a breathless airless need…our heartbeats shrill to fevers pitch…………
And then there’s silence. So absolute. So final. We fall down dead.